[Everyone in this story is over 18]
My Junior year of college I studied abroad in the South of France. It was a fucking beautiful place and I had some of the best times of my life traveling and sightseeing across Europe, but I had a particularly good time with my French host family.
I stayed with a single mother and her 18 year old son who had taken a year off before committing to a college while he tried to start a dj career. Marie and Martin. In reality though it was just Martin. Marie stopped by every evening to make sure we had dinner, but otherwise she lived with her boyfriend/perpetual fiancΓ©, and just kept the house I stayed in for her son and some income from the exchange student program, so 99% of the time it was just Martin and me. And even then it wasn't a whole lot of time because we both had busy social lives and we were usually out and about.
But we still had plenty of time together. Martin had had American exchange students living with him for years so his English was excellent, and he was also just a very cool, chill guy. The first day I got there he taught me how to roll cigarettes and we just chatted for a couple hours about life and things, and we quickly become if not exactly friends very friendly. That was also the first year that I tried to be completely out as gay, and when he was totally accepting about it that was a big confidence boost.
I should also mention Martin was fucking hot. Very Mediterranean look with dark skin and short black hair and a cute boyish face. He also had a girlfriend who would often stop by, but I don't think she ever said more than "bonjour" to me. She was literally a model though. Blonde, big boobs, tight body, if I were even a tiny bit straight I would've been jealous.
And the two of them fucked like rabbits. The house had very thin walls and there were so many mornings I would wake up to the sound of them fucking, I could hear their skin slap together and Martin's bed shake. More often than not it would make me horny and I'd jack off listening to them, wondering what Martin's dick looked like and imagining how hard he must be fucking her.
But one day the house shaking fuckfest was followed by a lot of shouting. My French is honestly terrible and I could barely follow any conversation at a normal speed, let alone the breathless fast yelling they were going at, but I understood "putain" well enough. I heard some doors slam and his girlfriend leave. Martin didn't leave his room the rest of the day and would barely say a word to me the next few days, just visibly sullen.
After a couple days though he seemed to be back to normal. Maybe a month or so later Martin and I were having some wine and a smoke outside after dinner once his mom left. We were having a chat about politics which became about school and then about our personal lives, and I thought this may be a good time to find out what happened with his girlfriend. (The conversation was actually in a mishmash of French and English but I'm just going to stick with English)
"So what ever happened with Amelie?" I asked as I rolled a 3rd or 4th cigarette.
"Fuck her the lying whore," Martin said as he spit on the ground, "cheating bitch got drunk and fucked an Algerian."
"Shit, I'm sorry."
"It's nothing, it's how it goes," he rubbed his eyes and made a visible effort to calm himself down and in a lighter voice asked, "How about you, you find any sexy French boys?"
I laughed, "Not really. I met up with one guy from the gay app but I don't think he'd washed his dick in a month and it was all crusty I ran away."
"Bleh," Martin said as he stuck out his tongue and made a gagging face, "disgusting. Like Louis XVI he couldn't even fuck his wife his dick was so gross."
"I don't know how you guys deal with the foreskin seems like it causes a lot of problems."
"What?"
"The foreskin. Like the skin around your dick."
"Do you not have?"
"No, most Americans are circumcised."
"Circumcised? Like the jews?"
"Yeah."
He laughed, "You Americans are fucking crazy. Just clean your penis don't go cutting it off!"
We laughed a bit and kept drinking and smoking till I asked, "How bout you? Any new French girls?"
"There are always French girls, it's finding one that's not crazy that's the problem," he said, "porno and my hand is more safe."